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I checked my baggage with the man at the station
But I still felt heavy and complacent
I try to let go and feel free
But all my possessions are buryin' me
Bury me Bury me Take me down to the hanging tree
I went back home and tried to forget
But the phone kept ringin' like a burnin' cigarette
so I drank like a fish swimmin' in the sea
All my vices are buryin' me
Bury me Bury me Take me down to the hanging tree
I woke up determined to lose myself
so I went into town and I offered my help
They surely declined when they took a look at me
All my bullshit is buryin' me
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